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you don’t flow to win, he aint clever so I’m ownin him--
His punches and filler is hard to tell apart like the olsen twins--
indeed you are wack, but nice name kid it fits--
cause when i asked for some fiction, they claimed u were sick--
all you think about is dick-u would never match my gold--
cuz man ya shit jus stays 'base-sick' like army cats catchin a cold--
i'm chargin through you like a bull that's mean--
i haven't made u mad yet-well let me pull this string--